Summit of the Old Gods

In the southwest direction of the hiding place of the North Wind Sect, about a kilometer away, lies a hidden underground cave.

At this moment, there are three figures within the cave.

Two men dressed in white robes are silently sitting cross-legged in meditation.

There is also a woman, clad in gray clothes symbolizing a servant's status, kneeling in the center of the cave.

She continuously absorbs Divine Power, constantly casting the Ice Butterfly Divine Technique·Ice Sense, perceiving everything within five hundred meters touched by ice and snow.

Suddenly, the Ice Butterfly female disciple's heart trembles!

She notices something strange appearing above the surface.

Specks of frost and snow astonishingly outline a rectangular frame?

Immediately after, several figures emerge from the frame.

"Enem..." The Ice Butterfly female disciple's face changes drastically.

However, before she can shout "enemy," the underground cave is already filled with fine electric currents!

"Buzz~buzz~"

In an instant, brilliant electric currents crawl over the three people underground.

The River Realm individuals feel paralyzed; under the interference of the Sea Grade·Electric Shackles Talisman, they cannot move at all.

"Bang!" A loud blast resounds!

Above the Ice Butterfly female disciple's head, a breach is torn open.

A sturdy youth wielding a Mountain Opening Axe, enveloped in yellow sand, lands heavily on the ground with both feet.

The Phoenix General, with yellow sand under his feet, moves freely amidst the dense electric current, not affected in the slightest.

One swing after another, the heads of two people fall to the ground.

The Ice Butterfly female disciple: !!!

The two North Wind disciples guarding her die humbly just like that.

She, too, cannot move, only able to watch with open eyes as the burly youth, dragging the heavy axe, strides forward.

That large hand grabs directly at her head.

"No..." The Ice Butterfly female disciple is filled with despair, yet suddenly realizes a surge of yellow sand beneath her feet, lifting her up towards the surface.

In mid-air, Jiang Ruyi's gaze is cold, paying no attention to the battlefield below, instead looking to her right.

In the distance, there is also an underground cave where two more North Wind disciples enslave an Ice Butterfly disciple, constantly perceiving this frozen world.

And now, yellow sand fills the air there as well.

Obviously, the Yan God General has raised a sandstorm, and has already broken into the underground.

"Madam, the two North Wind disciples are taken care of, I've brought the slave out." Below, Xue Fengchen's voice comes through.

Jiang Ruyi gently responds with a "hmm" and waves her hand casually.

The Thunder Domain dissipates instantly.

She turns her eyes north, gazing at the hiding place of the North Wind Sect.

Several figures unfold in mid-air on the relatively low mountain peak.

Among them, a youth dressed in a Black Gold Emperor Robe, holding a blade in both hands, drives the blade downwards, fiercely stabbing the peak.

"Szz!"

The sharp Second-rank Divine Weapon penetrates the snow-covered ground like cutting through tofu, deeply embedding into the frozen soil.

Furious energy pours into it.

Instantly, cracks crawl over the mountain inside and out.

And in those cracks, a dim light emerges, terrifying to behold.

"Woosh!!"

Energy surges, waves of air billow! Gale sweeps the frost and snow, blowing upwards, tossing Lu Ran's short hair into disarray, fluttering the Black Gold Emperor Robe!

The mountain, although not impressive in the multitude of peaks, is still an unshakeable existence to the tiny Human Clan.

Unshakeable?

"Rumble!"

"Rumble..."

Tremendous energy bursts from the cracks, spreading outward from Lu Ran as the center point.

The mountain collapses and the ground cracks!

It's as if this whole land is shaking in unison.

Divine Weapon Domain·Eight Directions Annihilation!

"Wha...what?"

"Enemy assault?!"

"Ah! Ahhhh..."

The maze of mountain tunnels descends into chaos.

Earth shakes, the mountain collapses.

Endless rocks splatter, massive boulders fall and crash down.

For ordinary people, let alone being buried, even struck by a falling stone might mean burial here.

But hidden within the mountain caves, the North Wind disciples, at the very least, are as mighty as the Vast River.

They possess powerful bodies, as well as Divine Technique·Shattering Wind Armor and Water Flow Armor, they ought to survive.

But the problem is...

The collapsing mountain has not only falling rocks!

Further, there are fissures dismembering the mountain, and terrifying energy erupts from within.

"Ah!!"

"Help, save me..." Desperate cries and wails resound.

The tunnel walls are crawling with cracks like spider webs, with energy churning within, exploding open.

"Pfft!"

A North Wind disciple feels a sweetness in his throat, spitting out a mist of blood.

The exploding rock wall shatters his Shattering Wind Armor and Water Flow Armor in succession, leaving his spine in tatters.

He falls heavily to the ground, crushed by the collapsing stones, his body ground to pulp.

Such scenes unfold continuously within the mountain's interior.

The mighty North Wind Sect, unable to rely on Defense Techniques to save their lives, can only attack in hopes of survival.

Some fling out numerous Wind Blades underfoot, trying to burrow deeper underground.

Some conjure fearsome storms, proactively destroying the tunnels and attempting to hide within the winds.

At times like these, they prefer to endure their own storm's ravages, scraped by sand and stone, rather than face the danger of the Divine Weapon Domain.

Indeed, a few quick-reacting strongmen narrowly escape disaster.

But most meet a perforated end, dying quickly and ruthlessly.

Truly fitting for the Divine Weapon Domain once possessed by Wu Xiao!

Terror indeed!

Amid the chaos, the earth suddenly roils up.

Widespread Flowing Sand Rivers crisscross, engulfing the already collapsing mountain bodies and burying the surviving creatures within.

Lady Ran has arrived!

The Divine Color General steps on a green Lotus Leaf, carrying Si Xianxian swiftly to the lady's side.

"Poof!!"

A middle-aged woman suddenly bursts forth from the Flowing Sand River.

The distinct powerful aura informs the Ran Sect members that she is a Sea Realm powerhouse.

But she flies erratically, with a bloodied and mangled lower leg, indicating she has been severely battered by the Divine Weapon Domain, at least her Shattering Wind Armor and Water Flow Armor have been shattered once.

Otherwise, her physical body couldn't have been injured.

"Mine." A cold voice rings out.

The chief protector of the Ran Sect speaks first, with Immortal Fog ejecting beneath him, stabbing directly at the middle-aged woman.

"Hmm?" The woman looks both shocked and enraged, quickly turning her head.

She sees a group of people flying in the sky.

At this moment, a mysterious person wearing a green raincoat and blue bamboo hat is casting Divine Technique·Immortal Hoof and rushing forth.

"Seeking death!" The middle-aged woman squeezes two words through her teeth.

She keeps flying backward, retreating swiftly while fiercely lashing out her hand, scattering a mass of Wind Blades.

Slashing towards that sheepish little brat who doesn't know life from death!

"Swish~Swish~!"

Deng Yuxiang also swings his hand, scattering a mass of Night Charm Blade.

The middle-aged woman's eyes immediately narrow!

Meanwhile, two more figures shoot out from the river.

"Thump!"

The bowstring vibrates!

Almost simultaneously, Luo Divine General shoots out a series of Water Flow Arrows, aiming for one of them.

Lu Ran sees a white-haired elder among them, and his figure flashes immediately.

"Wait..." The elder only feels his temples throbbing intensely!

The strong martial artist's instincts, coupled with an acute sensitivity to the Wind Element, make his body react before his brain.

He instinctively turns around, wielding his blade upwards.

"Clang!!"

The blades collide.

The young man in the Emperor Robe seems to possess endless strength.

The elder only feels his tiger's mouth numbed, the single blade slips out of his hand, being slashed downwards.

"Crack!"

The Eight Desolate Blade continues its descent, forcibly shattering the Shattering Wind Armor on the elder.

"Wait...Ahhhhh!"

The elder is utterly terrified, hurriedly speaks, but just as he utters a word, it is drowned by screams.

The young man in the Emperor Robe doesn't pursue with his blade; rather, flames ignite on his body.

His movements are incredibly fluid; while ablaze, he reaches out with a hand.

"Hiss!!"

An illusory White-Scaled Python opens its blood-red maw, instantly swallowing the tiny Human Clan.

The thirty-meter-long Immortal Sky Python howls past the elder's body.

Shattering the remaining Water Flow Armor, it tosses the elder's body into pieces…

The vast Yangyang Sea, surprisingly so inadequate?

No choice, the elder suffered successive injuries, first getting ruthlessly tended to by the Divine Weapon Domain, then having sand and mud from the turbulent Flowing Sand River choke him, attempting to grind and bury him alive.

The elder has just escaped the fierce Flowing Sand River, nearly getting hacked to pieces by the young man in the Emperor Robe.

"Sizzle!"

Just as the White-Scaled Python sweeps past, a Charm Shadow flashes in front of the elder.

The Divine Weapon·枭 Ling Blade swipes across the elder's Adam's apple instantly; a line of blood flies, splashing on Yan Shuangzi's face.

"Ugh...Err..."

The elder, originally left muddled from the martial assault, seems momentarily lucid when the woman's face appears before him.

Those cloudy eyes widen enormous!

Isn't this that thankless bitch...bitch...

"Smack!"

Yan Shuangzi clutches the elder's head with one hand, the other clutching the 枭 Ling Blade, grinding it into the side of his neck, slicing fiercely.

Beheading!

The tattered, headless skeleton plummets from the sky.

A lone head is clutched in the woman's hand.

"Heh...Heh..."

Yan Shuangzi's chest heaves violently, eyes filled with monstrous hatred.

"Was he Elder Xing?" A gentle voice comes from behind.

Yan Shuangzi trembles as she speaks: "This is Elder, Elder Ce."

"Oh." Lu Ran turns to survey the battlefield.

He has to admit, preemptively deploying the Divine Weapon Domain was incredibly wise!

The Sea Realm Great Powers, even if they managed to escape, are all narrowly clinging to life, each suffering significant injuries.

The battlefield situation is unbelievably one-sided.

The soldiers of the Ran Sect have all been donned with a layer of "Golden Red Armor" by flower lantern disciple Shangguan Hongfu.

The Sea Grade defense shields also severed any hope of the enemy's desperate counter-attack.

"Hmm?" Lu Ran's eyes narrow slightly.

In the golden fine rain, Yu Changsheng points with a folding fan, Wu Xiao plunging rapidly to the ground.

And by the banks of the Flowing Sand River, an elder with a tall, thin build, hair in disarray, appears.

Mud and sand shake off of him as he scrambles out, embarrassed.

A Sand Whip is still coiled around his leg, attempting to drag him back into the Flowing Sand River for a living burial.

The Sand Whip exerted its utmost effort.

As the blade gleams, the Sand Whip is utterly slashed apart.

Yet from the terrifying Mud Flow River, more Sand Whips shoot out, striking once more at their prey.

"Sister Shuangzi." Lu Ran presses Yan Shuangzi's shoulder, turning her around, the Eight Desolate Blade pointing north, "Is that Elder Xing?"

Yan Shuangzi's eyes nearly burst with rupture!

A ferocious aura spreads, even the inherently ruthless 枭 Ling Blade now shows fear of its master.

"It is...It is!"

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